Where the Pavement Ends
  The Beach Begins
  Ah . . . Summertime.  Seems
like a long time ago in November.  Ah.  But do
we need to live on a beach to love a beach?  If
I were there now it would be too cold.  They would
have locked the gate.  The State Police would 
investigate why my car was parked.  They wouldn't
hassle me if I show them that I'm doing photography.

In Summer the gate is open till 8 PM.  The light of
the early evening sparkles.  Those end of the day
beach photos give a wonderful display of sand and
stone, wave and sky, clouds and birds.
As the weather is cold and the sky is dark ("and
the moon . . . is the only . . . light I see" - Ben E King)
Here are some photos from last summer.  I would have
put them up then but . . . Instead I put up other ones.

Nov 18, 2006



"  'Noah.  I want you to build an ark'" 
    -Bill Cosby quoting an 
obvious source in his famous routine. 


I don't squash bugs like these.  I will
squash your software bugs, and with minimal mess!

At the end of the day the beach is almost empty.

  Marc must have been here
     but he's not here now.

  When the light is right you just need
  to know how to set up the camera
  and be in the right location
  and pointed in the right
  direction . . .

Nov 18, 2009